:sigh:
Well, I survived.
My baby girl is officially a daycare baby with her big brother.
She (of course) did amazing. I (of course) did not.
Monday was terrible, just terrible.
I cried all morning while getting ready, I cried when I dropped the kids off, I cried on my way to work, I cried at work, I cried on my way to get the kids, I cried when I saw Paige.
I was curious as to how Luke would be with her there, and as expected, he didn't care too much - ha! He got to introduce her to the other kids at group time and pushed her in the baby swing a bit, but that's about it. He has said multiple times to his friends that she is HIS baby sister - in a possessive way - which is cute!
But today I am off and home with my kids and will be with them every Friday (which I love and am so thankful for). 4 days of work and 3 days off - I'll take it!
Both kids are napping and really I should be too since this week's sleep has been less than stellar, but I thought I would blog and catch up on my almost maxed out DVR!
Before I go though, here are some tummy pics of Paige.
In case you didn't know, she is NOT a fan of tummy time. She usually screams her little head off. The other night though, she mostly just grunted and groaned but stayed on her tummy for about 10 minutes - definitely a record for her.

Check out those brows - ha!

